What A Difference A Day Makes

 Just like the title says... What a difference a day makes.

 
Last night I actually got enough sleep for a change.  The two nights prior to that I had slept hardly at all; either because of my brain going a million miles an hour or because storms were keeping my 4 year old daughter and my 4 year old dog awake.  Why can't it storm during the day???

Today, Chris, my husband, called me to let me know that he was re-hired at the company he worked for through the temp agency prior to this last job that only lasted 3 weeks (jerks!).  This time, however, he will be working directly for the company and not for the temp agency.  They are also going to start him with benefits when they have open enrollment sometime in the next month, instead of making him wait the normal 90 days.  As you can imagine, we are both thrilled.

I also received a phone called from my insurance company this morning.  My doctor's office finally faxed the letter of medical necessity to them.  They were calling to let me know that I have been pre-certified for 6 months worth of out-patient care at KUMed.  That includes any doctors that I may see, and tests I may have done within the next  6 months.  It will all be paid at the in-network rate instead of out of network, which is what KUMed is.  Once again, excellent news.

Now you're probably thinking I must be jumping up and down with joy.  Well, as much as I don't want to be a pessimist, it's very difficult right now.  I am having a MUCH better day today and I have more hope than I did yesterday.  Of course, that's not saying much.  This is just one small step up.  Chris will still be keeping his eyes open for other opportunities, as this job does not pay much at all.  Considering the fact that we need two paychecks in order to pay all of our bills, and I usually make more than he does, we have a long way to go still.  (Chris is going to kill me for announcing that.  Sorry, honey.)  When it comes to the pre-certification, that is also just a small step.  I still have to actually get in and see the doctors.  I also have to convince them to run further tests than what I already had done at Mayo.

So, while these are steps in the right direction, we are still climbing a 14er and only at about 3,000 feet.